I’ve wanted for years to have an organized kitchen only to have it undone within a few weeks. I’ve worked hard the last few weeks to pull a plan together that will help make it work for me. I’m the one who can’t remember where things go, so I’m trying this.

20170913_093615Every jar has a tag, and I only put things in there that I use. I can’t remember what I but and don’t buy so this will help me keep on track. This saved me lots of room in the pantry, but I’m not done I also took out my plates in my hutch and put baskets in there. They hold garlic, onions, taters(red, sweet and regular) and scallions. Plus I put play pretties in there because I like it, lol


Now if I just knew how to paint it. Everyone have a great day .

Coffee, meds and me, How do you do it!

My first cup of coffee ,hum so good. If ya haven’t caught on I work 3rd shift, 3 nights a week. So this is my morning, checking my mail, looking at posts I need to answer and my morning coffee! My true morning love!!!! My hubby hates it, he would take a Pepsi over it any day……………I do love him even for his huge short comings,lol.

Like I said, I work 3rd only 3 nights a week. For you other shifters, how do you take your meds during your days off? Sometime I don’t know if I’m coming or going. I have an app that I use during the 3 nights that goes off 8 times during my night to let me know I need something. This app is new to me and last night as I was getting whistled at for the 5th time,( if hubby was doing it I would love it) I was about to throw it out the door but it did help me remember to take them. On Weds when I come home  I stay up and go back to regular days so hubby and I can have time together. I don’t go back in until Sun night at 10pm. So I’m home really 5 day shifts . I would really love some input.

I’ve been walking a little more now that the weather has gotten a little cooler. I’m being honest this little chunky monkey ( I know that’s a phase for  babies) well I’m my hubbies baby and he is taller than me,so there! Anyway I can’t handle heat all that well, not just weight but also health and meds. I do love to walk and thanks to hubby, he took me off the streets( Oh how I always wanted to say that). For some reason I just had thoughts of being thin,lol. I’ll take those thoughts any way I can get them, I do hope one day I will be mean and lean….I just turned 59 so that could happen,in 20 years say 79. I don’t know to many fat ones, and with a cain in my hand I could get mean..not what I was looking for, murmur. Even though I know in my heart I’m going to be one hot mama in my 70″

Anyway back to hubby. He mowed a path for me in the field so I could get off the road when I walk. I’m really glad! Here is my new view and walk area. I stay along the wood line, it has plenty of incline to help get the blood pumping and pretty enough to enjoy the hard work. Maybe one day I will be able to run it! Guess I’ll get busy everyone have a great day or night..


Fall and that pounding!

I’ve always loved fall. The colors and smells of the trees in the fall around us are breath-taking. Living on a farm has its rewards because I can walk in the woods daily. Watch the leaves change on the trail and drift off to thoughts of childhood. In woods like these we use to play with grapevine swings. Let me tell ya that’s what we called them, but no grapes were there, they just looked like them. They would be climbing up the side of a tree and mangled in its branches. We would cut it up the trunk at a height we could all reach and just swing out. We could get it to go out a long way seemed like forever to our young minds. Now I’m not sure kids do that sort of thing, but here in these woods I see them. Five kids having a blast back then, just playing with what we had.

That pounding is getting louder, but I’m not going to listen. Right now I’m riding my pony down a ole gravel road, not many cars come on this road so off I go. I could ride my house Blackie like the wind. He would always go right where I wanted him to be. I could lay my head down on his mane and he would just keep to the path. Loved that horse. Grandpa got him for me, or at the least that’s what he told me. My grandpa was my night in shining armor. He would always take away my fears, let me cry in his arms and always told me that I was his little blondie. He always made me feel good enough, I enjoyed my time with him and grandma. Grandma always told me that he spoiled me, then laughed and gave me windmill cookies. I wonder if they make them anymore? She was the one who  got me started into chickens. She had fried chicken or chicken and dumplings on Sundays. She would go out, chase a chicken grab it and until I got a little older would take it to the hen house and chicken we would have. There’s that pounding, I won’t be able to hold it off much longer as I try to finish this note. Life is always changing and I’m forever getting older so the pounding has to be answered as I realize how long this is…..back to the ponding of real life, but I will be back to the memories again. HAPPY FALL EVERYONE!

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